Minho would let out a sigh as he fell onto your bed after entering your room.

"We need to talk." He said as he lied across you, grabbing your laptop by the screen and moving it elsewhere. He knew you were tired of the constant bullying you got from his members. And he felt bad about it. But it just sounded like he was grumpy, per usual.

"That picture on your Instagram, makes you look like a Facebook mom. Delete it." He said as he got your phone and showed the picture that you had posted. He was just trying to make you feel better. He'd hum quietly in happiness as he heard your chuckles, listening to your heartbeat as he just lied across you.